Even a fool could hear that Ye Qingyu's words were mocking Zhao Ruyun.

But Zhao Ruyun's face turned red, it was equivalent to admitting that he was a pool of boneless mud.

Zhang San's eyes flashed over Zhao Ruyun's face, and a trace of disappointment flashed deep in his eyes. Zhao Ruyun was originally one of the young talents in the logistics department he was very optimistic about, because his temper was a bit like him, and his performance was good over the years, but from today's perspective, Zhao Ruyun is really much worse than Ye Qingyu.

"To make a table, you must be prepared to be pressed into powder." Zhang San walked slowly towards the door: "I'm also very curious about how long you can last."

Ye Qingyu sneered and said, "Everyone says you are arrogant and domineering. When you see you today, it's not just domineering, it's simply crazy. As a soldier, it's use of the power in his hands to suppress, act recklessly, and treat military laws as nothing. It's really not an exaggeration to describe you as crazy."

Zhang San changed color instantly.

His steps suddenly stopped.

How many years have anyone dared to say this to himself in person?

"Little thing, you have angered me again and again. Do you really want to die?" Zhang San turned around gloomyly, his eyes as if he was a sharp knife with bones. He stared at Ye Qingyu tightly, and he was about to take action at any time.

Ye Qingyu looked at him face him without any fear and said, "Just rely on you? Try it."

In Zhang San's palm, a ball of light that was as fierce as the true fire of the Nine Heavens bloomed slightly.

His chest was fluctuating because of his rage. Zhang San was not a cunning person. At this time, he was so angry that he was about to explode after Ye Qingyu's words.

but……

Zhang San suddenly saw the silver cold light that had not yet receded between his right palm and five fingers, and his heart was slightly shaking.

Just now, Ye Qingyu threw back the red gold ingot, and the silver frost cold air that was made by the method was extremely wise. The coldness was a force that Zhang San had never seen before in his life. With his cultivation level in the sea of ​​suffering, he could not remove this cold power from Zhao Ruyun's body as soon as possible. Instead, the invisible cold power took the opportunity to invade his body, like a maggot on his tarsal bone, which was extremely terrifying.

This made Zhang San a little confused about Ye Qingyu's true strength.

Thinking of the boy in front of him, he once escaped from Yan Buhui's hands, it seemed even more mysterious and unfathomable. Zhang San was vaguely afraid that if he really took action today, if he could not defeat Ye Qingyu, it would definitely be a humiliating laughing stock for him.

People who protect short-term care generally have great face.

Zhang Sanhu is short and he will be more face-saving.

If he falls on Ye Qingyu and capsizes in the gutter, that is something he cannot accept.

With this in mind, Zhang San's attacks were reduced infinitely.

You can't sit for things that you are not sure about.

He even thought of more. Why? With his new arrival, a little thing, he dared to contradict himself like this? Strength is one aspect, but it is hard to say that no one else supports him. He has offended many people over the years. What if someone secretly united and treated this infatuated Qingye Qingyu as a knife and scheming him?

"Okay, very good, little guy, it seems that you really want to go against me." The orange flame in Zhang San's palm slowly drooped, nodded fiercely, and said, "This is what you asked for. I will play with you. Whoever comes to the head will kill him. Those who dare to be strong with me over the years are not the only one you can do. I remember that it was two years ago. There was a guerrilla general in the Forward Battalion. He was born in a small nobleman, had excellent martial arts talent, and made many military achievements. He thought he was unbearable and shook his face in front of me. His name is Gao Shenghan. Go and ask, what he is doing now..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingyu could no longer hold back and suddenly burst out.

"Shut up." Ye Qingyu shouted angrily: "A dog-like thing is shameless. He does such dirty and despicable things, and shows off in front of others proudly. You use your power and status to suppress a young officer with a promising future and cause the Emperor* team to suffer huge losses. Do you think you are amazing? You are a real army maggot, a lowly gangster with a high position, and do not want to work diligently to repay the grace of the empire and repay the grace of [Youyan War God] Lord Lu's kindness, but instead pursues the grace of your knowledge. You think this is the embodiment of your authority. I bah, you go and ask yourself, I don't know how many people poked your backbone behind your back, scolded your ancestors for the eighteen generations, and were still proud here. It's simply shameless!"

Ye Qingyu has never hated and despised anyone like he is now.

This Zhang San is simply a cancer in the army.

It is really hard to imagine why, with the qualities and style of Lu Chaoge, who ranks one of the top ten famous generals in the Tianhuang world, would use a shameless person like Zhang San to manage the baggage department.

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Zhao Ruyun was simply shocked.

He could not believe what he heard in his ears.

Zhang San pointed at Ye Qingyu, and was also dumbfounded. His fingers trembled in anger, and his face turned red with anger: "You, you you, you..."

The dignified leader of the logistics department was so angry that he couldn't even speak incompletely.

This is an experience he has never experienced before. He was pointed at the nose and scolded by others. Even Lu Chaoge never scolded him like this.

But he felt that something seemed to be something that turned into an invisible force from Ye Qingyu's words, hitting his heart one by one, causing a part of his body to collapse instantly and become a defeated army.

"I, me? What do I do?" Ye Qingyu stood up.

His already burly body suddenly became majestic at this moment, and said, "I am just a little officer, helpless, but I am sitting upright and have a clear conscience. Others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you. I am just a gangster who is not aware of the situation. In front of me, what do you do not know the so-called bullshit? Today you are the superior department of the logistics department. What are you going to say tomorrow? You can say it accurately. If you walk too much at night, you will inevitably encounter ghosts. If you do too many evil things, there will always be times when evil karma breaks out. One day you fall into dust. See how those who are afraid of you on weekdays will treat you!"

Word by word, it seemed like a thunderbolt of destruction, bombarded Zhang San's heart heavily.

Zhang San's face suddenly turned pale and he said angrily: "You...what do you know? You little bastard, I'm going to kill you..."

He was already madly angry.

He could not be angry, he was here to humiliate this young man, but now, he was so angry that he was angry that he had never been as angry as he is now. Even after his violent anger, he vaguely felt a trace of fear hidden deep in his heart...!

"Haha, I don't know anything, but I know that what you do must be the way to die. I pity you being so arrogant and domineering that you have already dug up a tomb for yourself. You are in the Shura realm, but you still don't know it." Ye Qingyu sneered.

He looked at Zhang San's gaze as if he was looking at a humble insect.

Zhang San bullies others over the years and seems extremely powerful. Even Peng Yizhen, the commander of the Right Guard Battalion, bowed his head, and vaguely showed the second person in the Youyan Legion under Lu Chaoge. But in fact, he was digging his own grave. The more people he offended, the more people hated him. Now that he is in power, others give in to him. Once he has a slight tendency to lose power, by that time, everyone will push him down, and waiting for Zhang San will inevitably be a disaster that will be broken.

Under the stimulation of Ye Qingyu's heart-killing words, Zhang San finally became completely furious.

The leader of the baggage department instantly forgot all his previous concerns and could no longer suppress the anger and murderous intent in his heart.

In his palms, there was an orange light flashing, and a terrifying wave of hot energy fluctuated throughout the hall, with surging flames burning, and he took action in an instant.

The power of the sea of ​​bitterness is suffocating.

Zhao Ruyun screamed, and was instantly knocked away by this violent force, flew backwards, hitting the stone wall, and spewing out a blood arrow with his mouth, looking extremely frightened.

“Good come.”

Ye Qingyu shouted loudly and took action at the same time.

The power of the Twenty Spirit Springs was activated with all their strength, and the sound of tiger roars and dragons burst out all over their bodies. The inner Yuan flowed wildly on all limbs and bones, just like the Yangtze River venting. Twenty silver snow dragons surrounded their bodies, with great force and great blessings. At the same time, they activate the [Supreme Ice Flame] in the Dantian world without hesitation.

Among all Ye Qingyu's trump cards, only [Supreme Ice Flame] can pose a threat to the powerful people in the sea of ​​suffering.

At the same time, Ye Qingyu's mind condensed, and his whole body's energy and spirit were combined into one, and he was lucky enough to trigger the state of [Wuji Shendao].

Although it is only a forbidden state of [Wuji Shinto], it is enough.

The combat power is instantly doubled.

The power of forty spiritual springs exploded with a bang.

Boom boom boom boom!

The two of them punched three times in a row in an instant.

The moment each fist touched, there were orange and silver arcs of light, bursting outward from the center of the two fists.

The tangible and unqualitative Dou Qi fluctuated violently in all directions. Wherever he passed, the stone chair and stone table shattered, and the rune reinforcement formation on the stone wall of the White Horse Tower was activated, and rune light patterns flowed like lightning...

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Zhao Ruyun frantically activated Neiyuan to protect himself, and blood was sprayed out from his mouth.

He was like a piece of paper, pressed against the wall by the violent inner volatility, close to the wall, like hanging a painting. Not only was he unable to move freely, he could not even speak. As long as he opened his mouth, the terrifying energy would pour into his mouth, making him almost suffocate.

Three explosions were shaking in the White Horse Tower.

The entire White Horse Tower seemed to be in an earthquake, shaking violently, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

On the walls and the ground, runes flashed like lightning, blessed and reinforced. In the end, this long-standing one was still in such a terrible fluctuation of vitality.

Ye Qingyu opened his mouth and squirted out a blood arrow and flew backwards.

However, others were in the air and their bodies were not out of control.

He gently pressed onto the wall, Ye Qingyu supported his left hand with his backhand, and a large area of ​​ice filled the wall, but he took advantage of the situation and landed gently on the ground, like a flying butterfly, with a graceful figure, a rosy complexion and a stable figure.

Except for the mouthful of blood that was sprayed just now, Ye Qingyu had no internal injuries, and his vitality fluctuations were still vigorous and smooth!

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Zhang San's robe was fluttering, with his hands behind his back, and his posture was extremely chic.

At this moment, his charm as a powerful man in the sea of ​​suffering was fully revealed.

The vital energy in the hall fluctuated slowly and calmed down.

Zhao Ruyun slowly slid down from the wall in a very embarrassing state, and his whole body was as painful as a bone break.

But Zhao Ruyun no longer cared about these things.

The shock and horror in his heart are beyond description.

Because at the moment he fell down, he clearly saw that Zhang San's hands behind him were trembling slightly, and a drop of red blood slowly fell from the tip of Zhang San's index finger to the ground, making a slight and almost negligible click.

Zhao Ruyun's mind buzzed, and there was a blank space.

"The radical is injured? How is this possible?"

Just then—

Boom!

The door of the White Horse Tower Hall was pushed open.

Countless figures rushed in.

Wen Wan was rushing to the front.

"Zhang San, you bastard, I fought with you today... Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, are you okay..." He roared like a mad tiger, Wen Wan looked around at everything in the hall. Behind him, Liu Zongyuan tried his best to hold him, but unfortunately he was broken free by Wen Wan.
To be continued...